I Wish

Kirsty Evans is your regular 16 year old girl - she loves music, especially the boyband One Direction. In fact, her dream is just to meet them for one day.
She has just finished her GCSEs and is now recording her own homemade CD of her singing songs she has written. She hides her talent from everyone - even her dad who is a manager for some of the biggest musicians in the music industry.
One day, when she is least expecting it, she walks into her house after a day out in town with her friend to find the biggest surprise ever sitting on her sofa.


7. And This One's For You...

Harry's POV

'... And let me kiss you,' I finished the song and the crowd erupted in cheers. 'Thank you so much! Now the next song is called Little Things and this one's for you Kirsty, personally from me,' I pointed in Kirsty's direction and she was wiping years from her eyes while cheering.

Once we'd finished Little Things, we closed the show with Live While We're Young, said our goodbyes and went off backstage. About 30 minutes later, the door to our dressing room crashed open and a screaming Kirsty engulfed us all in tight hugs.

'You. Guys. Are. AMAZING! Ahh!' Kirsty squeaked and finally let us all breathe. 

'Thanks, Kirsty!' We all exclaimed and then we all pinned her to the floor and tickled her. 'Now that's what you get for screaming, Carrot Primcess!' Louis announced loud enough so that people in China could hear him. Just then Mr Evans walked through the door, seeing what we were doing to his daughter.

He chuckled and then finally said 'Now will you all please get up, you need to now dress in semi-formal for the after party and buffet. Kirsty, the stylist has layer out clothes for you to wear next door. She will be in there in 10 minutes to do your hair and makeup so don't take too long,' Mr Evans explained. 'Hurry now, child!' He shooed her out in a jokey way. However, now that Kirsty is out if the room, here comes the boring explanations...


Kirsty's POV

I made my way into my dressing room to find a dress that had a white sleeveless silk tank-top-like top half and a turquoise blue pencil skirt that was the length three quarters of my thigh. It was the prettiest dress I have ever worn and to my surprise, underneath my dressing room chair were patent beige peep toe heels and they too were gorgeous.

I got dressed into my clothing and slipped my heels on my feet. A few seconds after, there was a knock at my door.

'Who is it?' I called.

'Your personal stylist, Jemma Clarke,' she called back and opened the door. Jemma had a massive box of makeup and her whole vanity box of hair styling equipment and products. She got to work right away and when she was finished, my face looked flawless and my hair was strand perfect. I looked the part for this party. 

'Kirsty, you look beautiful! I think your father is waiting for you so you better go. I will see you soon!' Jemma said cheerfully.

'Thank you very much. You are remaining my personal stylist for absolutely ages, you've don't an excellent job. Bye,' I smiled back and left the dressing room. The boys and my dad were waiting outside for me and as soon as I walked to meet them, I had a mixture of 'ooh's and 'you look stunning's. Whatever did I do to deserve these guys for my best friends?


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